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Thursday, August 21, 2008
Wednesday, August 20, 2008
Why am I crying
Why am I crying oh well...
coz people get my hopes up people let me down
and still I love them the way they are
coz that's the only way they come
coz I don't always know up from down
but I get it eventually
coz I've come a long way
& still have so much to go.
coz I can never go into the same river twice
but there are so many others to cross.
coz no matter how much I leave behind
I always take my memories along
coz I've found true love...
couple of times
coz sometimes life doesn't happen the way I thought...
but better
coz whatever happens I will be allright
&I will hang in there as everybody does.
coz that's life and i'm brave enough to take it on
-most times.
coz there's such a lot of world to see
&your lips to kiss
coz people get my hopes up people let me down
and still I love them the way they are
coz that's the only way they come
coz I don't always know up from down
but I get it eventually
coz I've come a long way
& still have so much to go.
coz I can never go into the same river twice
but there are so many others to cross.
coz no matter how much I leave behind
I always take my memories along
coz I've found true love...
couple of times
coz sometimes life doesn't happen the way I thought...
but better
coz whatever happens I will be allright
&I will hang in there as everybody does.
coz that's life and i'm brave enough to take it on
-most times.
coz there's such a lot of world to see
&your lips to kiss
Tuesday, August 19, 2008
Saturday, August 16, 2008
I want a woman...
who is generous and not afraid to give too much.
a woman who says please, thank you, and knows that the reason for good manners is a pleasant cohabitation.
a woman who is thankful, first and foremost, for her mere existence.
a woman who can appreciate beauty in everything, and learns valuable lessons from difficulties.
who loves to talk, listen and is a very communicative person.
a woman who thinks of love making more like the highlight of her day, rather than a chore, and has a high sex drive. a woman whose kisses increase my heartbeats and who can deliver a bite that leaves me prey to her intentions.
a woman who is well-read and informed, has a critical and open mind and enjoys exchange of ideas -specially ideas if she comes up with herself.
a woman who is interested in and wants to be part of contemporary culture and loves the arts.
a woman who is involved. She has a humanitarian, intellectual or artistic background and is possibly an activist of some sort.
a woman making full use of her immune system, who isn't afraid of dirt, germs and the like but tends to the cleanliness of her own space.
a woman who will take a trail that doesn't exist, and will get up to her knees in icy waters or crawl in mud to get a better view of a waterfall.
a woman who takes risks, but does not put herself in danger.
a woman who takes care of herself and doesn't need mothering, but purrs at her lover's nurturing.
a woman who is not jealous or threatened by the other important people in her partner's life.
a woman who will wonder, doubt, question, argument, agree or disagree respectfully and constructively.
a woman who loves different tastes of food, appreciates and enjoys a meal cooked just for her or other small, loving gestures.
a woman who will jump gladly into a relaxing bath for two, candles and all.
a woman who is not afraid in the dark, because she's holding my hand.
a woman who likes to hold hands.
a woman who might write me a poem or bring me flowers, because it's Tuesday.
a woman who knows who she is, what she wants, or is in a perpetual process of finding out, and is proud but not arrogant.
a woman who is out, most importantly to herself.
a woman who knows how to live and let live and who can, when all else fails, let go and let god.
a woman who is sincere, goal-oriented, disciplined, concentrated and has a common sense.
a woman I can admire and look up to.
a woman who might be into drugs, but not an addict.
a woman who likes and can play with fire, but can take the consequences if she gets burned.
a woman who reflects on her emotions, reactions, needs and wishes.
a woman who loves cats, of any size.
a woman who doesnt have bad-mannered dog(s). a woman who has well-mannered children, if any.
a woman who wants to see the world and is up for an adventure but also has a comfortable, functional, cosy and tastefully decorated home to return to, spend time alone, time for two or entertain friends.
a woman who enjoys a playful exchange of sarcastic niceties.
a woman that will fascinate me and for whom I'll fall deeper over time.
a woman who is confident and reveals her true self from the beginning.
a woman whose smile brightens up my day and whose eyes I gladly and willingly get lost into. a woman whose arms are the safest and most comforting place in the world.
a woman who carries herself in an emancipated, sexy way and is more often than not on the butchy side of the fence -a woman without a possessive, controlling or macho attitude.
a woman I will want to spend a long time with, a woman I would be happy and honoured to make a committment to.
a woman who will not fall low when it's over, someone I will still consider a close friend when the romantic interest fades.
i gave the list to mother to read and she added
MUST be approved by parents in Alaska
a woman who says please, thank you, and knows that the reason for good manners is a pleasant cohabitation.
a woman who is thankful, first and foremost, for her mere existence.
a woman who can appreciate beauty in everything, and learns valuable lessons from difficulties.
who loves to talk, listen and is a very communicative person.
a woman who thinks of love making more like the highlight of her day, rather than a chore, and has a high sex drive. a woman whose kisses increase my heartbeats and who can deliver a bite that leaves me prey to her intentions.
a woman who is well-read and informed, has a critical and open mind and enjoys exchange of ideas -specially ideas if she comes up with herself.
a woman who is interested in and wants to be part of contemporary culture and loves the arts.
a woman who is involved. She has a humanitarian, intellectual or artistic background and is possibly an activist of some sort.
a woman making full use of her immune system, who isn't afraid of dirt, germs and the like but tends to the cleanliness of her own space.
a woman who will take a trail that doesn't exist, and will get up to her knees in icy waters or crawl in mud to get a better view of a waterfall.
a woman who takes risks, but does not put herself in danger.
a woman who takes care of herself and doesn't need mothering, but purrs at her lover's nurturing.
a woman who is not jealous or threatened by the other important people in her partner's life.
a woman who will wonder, doubt, question, argument, agree or disagree respectfully and constructively.
a woman who loves different tastes of food, appreciates and enjoys a meal cooked just for her or other small, loving gestures.
a woman who will jump gladly into a relaxing bath for two, candles and all.
a woman who is not afraid in the dark, because she's holding my hand.
a woman who likes to hold hands.
a woman who might write me a poem or bring me flowers, because it's Tuesday.
a woman who knows who she is, what she wants, or is in a perpetual process of finding out, and is proud but not arrogant.
a woman who is out, most importantly to herself.
a woman who knows how to live and let live and who can, when all else fails, let go and let god.
a woman who is sincere, goal-oriented, disciplined, concentrated and has a common sense.
a woman I can admire and look up to.
a woman who might be into drugs, but not an addict.
a woman who likes and can play with fire, but can take the consequences if she gets burned.
a woman who reflects on her emotions, reactions, needs and wishes.
a woman who loves cats, of any size.
a woman who doesnt have bad-mannered dog(s). a woman who has well-mannered children, if any.
a woman who wants to see the world and is up for an adventure but also has a comfortable, functional, cosy and tastefully decorated home to return to, spend time alone, time for two or entertain friends.
a woman who enjoys a playful exchange of sarcastic niceties.
a woman that will fascinate me and for whom I'll fall deeper over time.
a woman who is confident and reveals her true self from the beginning.
a woman whose smile brightens up my day and whose eyes I gladly and willingly get lost into. a woman whose arms are the safest and most comforting place in the world.
a woman who carries herself in an emancipated, sexy way and is more often than not on the butchy side of the fence -a woman without a possessive, controlling or macho attitude.
a woman I will want to spend a long time with, a woman I would be happy and honoured to make a committment to.
a woman who will not fall low when it's over, someone I will still consider a close friend when the romantic interest fades.
i gave the list to mother to read and she added
MUST be approved by parents in Alaska
Friday, August 15, 2008
still missing you
I count the months. 9. Almost.
I still miss you. It hurts less but you're still missing. Can't delete your numbers. Won't delete your messages. Stopped reading your letters.
I call your number. Maybe I can listen to your answering machine. Number not available. The impulse to call your sister. Almost like talking to you. Same voice. Same sudden pauses to take in a breath.
I lie outside, humming along to music. The second chaise is empty. I miss you occupying it. I lie back with the knees up under the plaid. You sit uptight. I miss you leaning on your elbows over your knees when you relax. Listening to music with me. Saying nothing to each other. Just looking in your eyes glimmering in the dark. Reaching out my hand. Holding you. It's so hard to reach out my hand nowadays. So strange to be touched by someone else. But welcome, as of late. I miss saying nothing with you. And understanding everything in fact.
You haven't come in my dreams for two weeks. I love you, said I. I want you, said you. Going through your work. I love your work. I want to show it.
All that's left.
And why. And fuck.
Wandering the streets.
Leaving a red rose in your mailbox.
Singing at your grave.
And a perfume I want to bathe in.
Up thunder mountain. What a view. You flew over the glacier. I tore my knee.
We travelled to the south. You swam away in the cool aegean waters, under the moonshine. I cried.
I took you to the forest. I needed that last one, you know.
Hey, I think I'm in love. You're not there to listen to my rant. Or are you? Hey did I tell you? I'm getting a tattoo. Was so jealous running my fingers down yours.
So you're gone. Nothing left of you now. An empty matchbox.
But I carry you everywhere I go, my heart.
I still miss you. It hurts less but you're still missing. Can't delete your numbers. Won't delete your messages. Stopped reading your letters.
I call your number. Maybe I can listen to your answering machine. Number not available. The impulse to call your sister. Almost like talking to you. Same voice. Same sudden pauses to take in a breath.
I lie outside, humming along to music. The second chaise is empty. I miss you occupying it. I lie back with the knees up under the plaid. You sit uptight. I miss you leaning on your elbows over your knees when you relax. Listening to music with me. Saying nothing to each other. Just looking in your eyes glimmering in the dark. Reaching out my hand. Holding you. It's so hard to reach out my hand nowadays. So strange to be touched by someone else. But welcome, as of late. I miss saying nothing with you. And understanding everything in fact.
You haven't come in my dreams for two weeks. I love you, said I. I want you, said you. Going through your work. I love your work. I want to show it.
All that's left.
And why. And fuck.
Wandering the streets.
Leaving a red rose in your mailbox.
Singing at your grave.
And a perfume I want to bathe in.
Up thunder mountain. What a view. You flew over the glacier. I tore my knee.
We travelled to the south. You swam away in the cool aegean waters, under the moonshine. I cried.
I took you to the forest. I needed that last one, you know.
Hey, I think I'm in love. You're not there to listen to my rant. Or are you? Hey did I tell you? I'm getting a tattoo. Was so jealous running my fingers down yours.
So you're gone. Nothing left of you now. An empty matchbox.
But I carry you everywhere I go, my heart.
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